A once and wonderful family tree farm that was once prospered with trees and land that stretch as far as the eyes could see. Where rolls and rolls of apple trees that once gave relief from the summer heat. And the apples were turned into pies and jams and other baking sweets. And the soil was once cared for and loved until greed undid it as the grand sons robbed all the apples from the trees and left them bare and naked . And the siblings pulled up all the trees by their  roots and the land was carted off by greed and sold, not even a tree stump was left to verify where the once proud apple farm had been as if it never was.

From "Portraits Of an American Family And The Illusions Of It all."

Shortly after my oldest son John lost his life in a car accident I wrote a letter to him and hide it in my closet and some months later when I went to go look for it it was gone. I never did find it.

MY kids Justin, Jackie, Johanna, and Jordan. I am going to be spending more times on my book "Portraits Of An Amrican Family And The Illusions Of It All. I am almost done with the first draft.   The second draft will be the hardest, getting all of the bugs out and ready to send to a publisher.  and  will more than likely take the longest to finish.

My only son, Justin in 2008 after the car accident. You can't see the scars but they are there. Some healing take a life time. This picture was taken at my parents house. A house that became a battleground of lies, secerts and greed.

I've had to many doctors appointments this week and done to much ruuning around. I need to get back on working on my book "Portraits Of An American Family And The Illusions Of It All." So that I can finish it and start working on the second and hopfully finale draft before sending it in to a publisher.

My girls: Johanna, Jordan, and Jackie in 2008 at one of my grand kids birthday party.

I am more than half way into my book, I have 5,841 words. I have a couple of thousand words to go and than I'll be editing on the second draft and getting it formatted to be presented for a publisher. Wish me luck.